To love is to suffer.
To suffer is to love.
How would you like
to suffer next to me
my homeward dove?
Indeed, love is vicious..
love is deaf and blind.
It takes no prisoners
as it consumes
both lovers
from inside.

But I don’t really mind
the ankle death grip
of a bear trap’s
steel jaw.
Ya gotta love
to take it rough
to give it deep
and raw.

In any case,
I’m just about
the last one
to pussy out.
I do not dwell,
because I know..
exactly
what the fuck
I am about.
The only other way
for us to go is in.
Dear God,
deliver us from sin..

His whispers
in my head grow still..
That surely means
such is His sacred will,
beyond a shadow
of a doubt..
For us to love each other..
blindly passionate
and deafeningly loud.
With vicious talon scratches
left upon my bloodied back..
and hematomas from
unbridled suction
covering my neck.
The sort of love to put me
right where I belong..
to mate my check.

Don’t take me prisoner,
my homeward dove..
you better make me
suffer good.
It ain’t one
for the kiddos..
but it is The Devil’s
deaf and blind..
and vicious
fucking truth.